Archive for August, 2008
Sunday, August 31st, 2008
“Ceremony” by Kelly Sievers
Kelly Sievers, CRNA
CEREMONY
Crouched
with balanced ease on sturdy legs Mya pulls
white socks from my father’s feet. Twisted
toes-riding-toes loom, nails thick, long,
and yellow as bad front teeth. She does not flinch,
slides [...]
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Saturday, August 30th, 2008
“Dad’s Report of a Tornado…” by Judy Schaefer
Judy Schaefer, RNC, MA
DAD’S REPORT OF A TORNADO IN MISSOURI
WHEN HE WAS A BOY
I found a fence post and clung to it, held it
Called it “mama,” called it “my sweet Lord”
I found a way to pray, to beg to live on
I found the wind in the pockets of my skin
[...]
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Friday, August 29th, 2008
“The Sea Turtle” by Mary H. Palmer
Mary H. Palmer, RN, C, PhD
THE SEA TURTLE
Shoulder-deep in the sea turtle’s nest,
I search for remains, nothing alive.
The tiny turtles would have climbed
over each other, forming a living ladder
out of their sandy birth canal
leaving only the unhatched and dead behind.
Mongoose would have gotten any stragglers.
I am here only to count egg shells.
My hand reaches bottom [...]
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Thursday, August 28th, 2008
SO WE HAVE BEEN GIVEN TIME OR by Sawako Nakayasu
Review by C. St. Pérez
SO WE HAVE BEEN GIVEN TIME OR
by Sawako Nakayasu
Verse Press/Wave Books
1938 Fairview Avenue East
Suite 201
Seattle, WA 98102
ISBN: 0-9746353-0-8
2004, 106pp., $13.00
www.wavepoetry.com
Antonin Artaud, in “The Theater of Cruelty,” urges to “abolish the stage and the auditorium and replace them by a single site, without partition or barrier of any kind, which will become [...]
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Wednesday, August 27th, 2008
“Nursing Internship, LA County, 1990″ by Tracy Klein
Tracy Klein, RN, MS, FNP
NURSING INTERNSHIP, LA COUNTY, 1990
As the cancer patients died you smoked
Another cigarette down by the dormitory pool, arm
Dangling in the airless heat. A big
Pink swimsuit wrapped you like a blanket.
We’d wrestled the pool from the medical students
For the afternoon, as they studied up on bones.
I was swaddling newborns all summer,
Purple heads [...]
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Tuesday, August 26th, 2008
“Schoolgirls” by James Doyle
James Doyle
SCHOOLGIRLS
Schoolgirls in black skirts
and white blouses water flowers
that bloom only in the night.
One of the girls wears a laurel
crown, another has a thin scar
down her leg and around her ankle.
The teacher, at the far corner
of the field, sands the ancient
clapper which will call them in.
The fence around the field
and school house is electrified,
but that [...]
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Monday, August 25th, 2008
Two Poems by Damien Echols
Damien Echols
FIRST LOVE
In those days you were something
felt but not seen
as you handed me love letters
written in dead languages.
The chain link fence behind me
made cold diamonds on my back
and your head was on my shoulder
with only one breath between us.
Your hair against my face
smelled like woodsmoke and chocolate,
your lust was raw and new,
as jagged and [...]
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Sunday, August 24th, 2008
“A Poet Is Supposed to…” by Alan Fox
Alan Fox
A POET IS SUPPOSED TO LIVE HIS LIFE OUT LOUD
I know there are certain truths
I shouldn’t tell you,
and certain lies
I should.
I shouldn’t tell you that my wife and I
made love last night
while waiting in line
for a fast food feast.
I should tell you
that you’re my favorite
(fill in the blank)
and that you always will be.
I certainly [...]
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Saturday, August 23rd, 2008
MY FLORIDA by Kathleen Tyler
Review by Karen J. Weyant
MY FLORIDA
by Kathleen Tyler
The Backwaters Press
3502 North 52nd Street
Omaha, Nebraska 68104-3506
ISBN: 978-0-9793934-6-4
70 pp., $16
www.thebackwaterspress.com
Palm trees swaying on sandy shorelines. Couples walking hand-in-hand into sunsets. College students going wild on spring break. Certainly, these images of Florida are often the first pictures that come to mind when we think of [...]
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Friday, August 22nd, 2008
“Singularity” by Daniel Stewart
Daniel Stewart
SINGULARITY
Fired from God’s .45 she tore a hole
in me black as a crow’s wing.
She found the universe dull as a sitcom, the laughtrack
louder with the voices of the dead than October
rain’s gallop across the roof, and so
collapsed. She languished, lilac, leopard;
I prayed to prowl with her, prey with her, lick
blood and meat with her, [...]
